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  • Kat Copeland

A Mixed Nation

Updated: Oct 2, 2019

Would you let your house burn, in prejudice fear?

Would you not buy a product from a disabled cashier?

If your baby was drowning would you stop a lifeguard who’s black?

Would you give a Pakistani worker, negative feedback?

If you were assaulted, would you refuse help from a Japanese cop?

If every store had diversity, would you merely never shop?

Would you refuse to buy a house, that was built by Hispanics?

Would you never buy a car, made by foreign mechanics?

Would you leave your country, for Native Americans owned the land?

Would you only listen to music, with one race making up the band?

If your server was homosexual, would you then refuse to eat?

What exactly is your motive? Another’s glad to take your seat.

Would you refuse the service, of a transgender barber?

Explain to me the reason, for all this hate you harbor?

Would you bypass a bank, with a Chinese working clerk?

If you avoid all diversity, you will never go to work.

If your doctor’s Korean, would you refuse treatment in pain?

To do these things, isn’t prejudice, it’s simply insane.

If you wouldn’t turn down service, of something that you need,

Then you understand deep down, it’s red that we all bleed.

We hold the power to spread love that can win!

We’re far too advanced for this kind of prejudice sin.

No matter skin color, there’s mixed blood in your line,

We’re A Mixed Nation, our diversity makes us shine!

This will forever be one of my favorite pieces I will ever write ❤️ 💜 ♥️ 🖤

May we only see a persons eyes and heart my friends 🥰

All my love,


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